The Pleasures Of The Mind (Elizabeth Bentley Poems)
IN Life's first dawn, ere Reason's rayRising sheds the promis'd day,Gay Novelty officious flies,With mantle dipt in heav'nly dies;Trifles than ...
IN Life's first dawn, ere Reason's rayRising sheds the promis'd day,Gay Novelty officious flies,With mantle dipt in heav'nly dies;Trifles than ...
A harebell hung her wilful head:"I am tired, so tired! I wish I was dead."She hung her head in the ...
In a glade of an elfin forest When Sussex was Eden-new, I came on an elvish painter And watched as ...
When the summer gave us a longer day,And the leaves were thickest, I went away:Like an isle, through dark clouds, ...
Bright thro' the valley gallops the brooklet; Over the welkin travels the cloud; ...
The green elm with the one great bough of gold Lets leaves into the grass slip, one by ...
A quiet heart, submissive, meek,Father, do thou bestow,Which more than granted, will not seekTo have, or give, or know.Each little ...
Some day, I think, there will be people enoughIn Froxfield to pick all the blackberriesOut of the hedges of Green ...
WINDS that fanning close and byre Scarce the fading leafage stir;Scarlet berries on the briar, Each a rose's sepulchre.Crimson ...
Did the Harebell loose her girdle To the lover Bee Would the Bee the Harebell hallow Much as formerly? Did ...
To the Memory of the Household It Describes This Poem is Dedicated by the Author "As the Spirit of Darkness ...
It is full summer now, the heart of June; Not yet the sunburnt reapers are astir Upon the upland meadow ...
Where the thistle lifts a purple crown Six foot out of the turf, And the harebell shakes on the windy ...
THE LANDS OF MY CHILDHOOD 1 I am leaving the holy city of Leeds For the last time for the ...
So was their sanctuary violated, So their fair college turned to hospital; At first with all confusion: by and by ...
The green elm with the one great bough of gold Lets leaves into the grass slip, one by one, -- ...
Some day, I think, there will be people enough In Froxfield to pick all the blackberries Out of the hedges ...
A woman who loves a woman is forever young. The mentor and the student feed off each other. Many a ...
I I, in my intricate image, stride on two levels, Forged in man's minerals, the brassy orator Laying my ghost ...
A woman who loves a woman is forever young. The mentor and the student feed off each other. Many a ...
IT is good to be out on the road, and going one knows not where, Going through meadow and village, ...
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